Not too long ago, one of my editors instructed me to write about my hobbies and interests. It wasn’t an easy project to begin with because I was thinking about her stringent rules and the general reading market of her publication. I was naïve then and was very eager to please. I wanted to make a good impression and I wanted folks, women mainly, to enjoy their reading. But over time, and with my editor’s input, I soon discovered how wrong my initial approach was. It was like a columns page you usually find at the back of a magazine.

I’m wild at heart, but even I need to take a breather every now and then. Sometimes the body and brain not only deserves it, it cries out for some peace and quiet. But when these moments arrive, it’s very difficult for me to sit still. My tiny brain starts cooking again and then the steam starts to ooze from my ears. Not even watching TV helps. It’s usually quite lame and boring anyhow. But if there’s one thing that really gets me to slow down and stop stations, I’d have to say its reading.

I happen to believe that most of you are better readers and researchers than I am, mainly because you are more dedicated to this practice. Me, well, I’m too busy getting up to no good, not that my mischief harms anyone. I like to amuse myself and take a wild sided view of life. I’m no clown, but I like to see people laughing, and when there’s a frown on anyone’s face, my sardonic and dry sense of humor seems to take over as though it was willed by its own mind.

As I write this post, ten years from now it will be 2026. Is it even possible to believe that we will survive that long? I ask this question today because, crazy as I am, I’m finding it harder to believe that the world as we know it today will be the same then. Ok, so I’m not crazy in the sense that I need to be committed to a loony bin, but you know, there have been many people throughout humankind who were more worthy than me who were indeed incarcerated, mainly because they were committed to changing the way the world was run, they believed that it was run very badly, and wanted to make contributions towards creating a world in which everyone, rich and poor, worthy and unworthy, were all treated fairly and were able to live in peace and harmony, just the way they believed, how their god instructed them to, and how nature designed.

This could have been a tough write up because, to my mind, there are so many men and women that are making a difference. Things may be a lot different in your neck of the woods, so you may have others in mind. But what I’m about to chronicle here is universal. There will be many who are going to agree with me but there’s also going to be those who think I’m talking nonsense. Those who disagree do yourselves a favor and make a strong case.